Alchemy Sovereign Against the Heaven-Chapter 1664 - 1655: Fierce Battle

"Buzz..."

An overwhelming Sword Force howled, and almost at the instant that the Dragon Clan expert made a move, Mo Wangchen moved along as well.

He dared not underestimate them too much. This so-called Futu Formation was maintained by twelve Ancient Gods of the Dragon Clan. Each of them wielding Futu Soldiers, transformed into Futu Puppets, and their strengths were significantly enhanced.

The first move unleashed was the Infinite Sword Technique, Sun-Cutting Style.

Sun-Cutting!

The sword light pierced through the void, sweeping across in the blink of an eye, carrying with it an overwhelming might and a searing airflow that rolled and enveloped the space ahead.

"Bang!"

The thunderous sound of an energy explosion echoed, and in the next moment, the Dragon Clan expert was seen being struck by Mo Wangchen’s sword and sent flying backward. However, it seemed as if he wasn’t affected at all; he swung the Futu Soldier in his hand, adjusted his stance, and came charging towards Mo Wangchen once more.

"Swoosh!"

Cold light flickered in Mo Wangchen’s eyes, but before he could take the initiative, another Dragon Clan expert wielding a Futu Divine Spear attacked him from behind. On the sharp, terrifying spear blade, endless purple light shone, as if it were an unrivaled Demon Weapon, slashing through the air, slicing down a terrifying blade that could cut across the Heavenly Universe.

"Kill!"

Pushing the Haotian God Technique to its limit, the vast Divine Power protected his body, and the Dao Heaven Sword in Mo Wangchen’s hand trembled wildly. Almost at the same moment as the opponent made a move, he responded.

Sun-Cutting Style was unleashed again, the immense Sword Force like it would collapse the entire void. An astounding sword light pierced through the void, emerging with an extremely terrifying might.

"Crack!"

In an instant, the Dragon Clan expert’s offensive was dismantled by Mo Wangchen, and the might of his Sun-Cutting Style did not wane. It seemed like a Holy Path Sword Light piercing through from Ancient Times, and in the blink of an eye, it slashed onto the Dragon Clan expert’s body.

"Bang!"

Much like before, this Dragon Clan expert was also struck by Mo Wangchen’s move and sent flying backward.

However, strong as the Infinite Sword Technique’s first move personally executed by Mo Wangchen was, it couldn’t directly annihilate the opponent, as there was a layer of purple halo enveloping the bodies of these Dragon Clan experts, with astonishing defensive power.

"Mo Wangchen, within the Futu Formation, we are undying, no matter how overwhelming your Divine Power is, you cannot break our defense. Once your Divine Power is exhausted, will be the time of your demise!"

Long Heng wielded a golden staff, seemingly cast from Divine Iron, its entire body also surrounded by purple glow, but it couldn’t completely overshadow the golden radiance of the staff itself.

"If I’m not mistaken, this so-called Futu Formation is sustained by those twelve Futu Sacred Weapons in your hands, isn’t it?" Mo Wangchen squinted his eyes and said.

"So what if you guessed it? The Futu Sacred Weapon was crafted by the collective efforts of the generations of Divine Ancestors of our Dragon Clan, tempered with blood through countless ages. Its hardness is considered the greatest throughout eternity. Even with your Divine King Physique, you cannot destroy it. As long as the Sacred Weapons remain, the formation will persist. How long can you hold out under our continuous onslaught?" Long Heng sneered.

"What terrifying Demon Weapons, each attack seems to make the entire land of Tiannan tremble. How can such Saint Items exist in this world?"

Within the Turquoise Pool, everyone was astounded, twelve Ancient Gods of the Dragon Clan descended, almost collapsing the Tian Nan Barrier. Now, with these twelve Futu Sacred Weapons brandished, the entire world hadn’t stopped trembling.

It seemed as if it might succumb to the terrifying aura of the Demon Weapons at any moment and collapse!

Tiannan is, after all, the Lower Realm. Although there are some powerful Magical Treasures passed down from Ancient Times, compared to the Futu Sacred Weapons being wielded by these Dragon Clan experts, it is not of the same level at all.

Everyone couldn’t help but be amazed, and their admiration for Mo Wangchen reached its peak.

Even facing twelve Ancient God Realm experts wielding Futu Sacred Weapons, he hadn’t fallen into a disadvantage, instead, he took the initiative to attack.

Such strength truly lives up to the name of Tiannan’s legend!

"Unfortunately, what you hold is not the real Futu Sacred Weapons; otherwise, the Tian Nan Barrier would have already collapsed, turning into dust in the starry sky." Mo Wangchen sneered.

"Indeed, these are merely replicas of the Futu Sacred Weapons, but they do contain a wisp of true Futu Tomb Power within them," said the Dragon Emperor.

"So what? The Futu Sacred Weapons may be terrifying, but if you think mere replicas can kill me, you’re not qualified. Today, none of you twelve will leave alive."

Mo Wangchen snorted coldly, the killing intent in his eyes intensified, he sheathed his Dao Heaven Sword, his body radiating rainbows, and the Haotian God Technique was pushed to its limit once more.

"Whoosh!"

He charged forward, taking the initiative to attack the twelve Ancient God Realm experts of the Dragon Clan.

"Attack together, slay him!"

Long Heng was furious. With the Futu Sacred Weapons in hand, Mo Wangchen still dared to disregard them like this, truly arrogant beyond belief.

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

In an instant, countless Sacred Weapons erupted, transforming into a series of fierce and terrifying attacks, slashing towards Mo Wangchen.

"Bang!"

"Crack!"

Mo Wangchen, surrounded by the protection of the Haotian God Technique, was nearly invincible. With the golden fist carrying a boundless Divine Power, he continuously struck out.

He moved freely, standing with ease, not pausing for a moment, charging forward, dissolving all those assaults entirely.

"Kill!" 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Long Heng was utterly enraged, seeing Mo Wangchen advance like entering an uninhabited realm, no matter how the Futu Sacred Weapons assaulted, they couldn’t force him to retreat.

Suddenly, his body surged with an overwhelming Divine Power, as if completely merging with the golden staff in his hand.

"Boom!"

A vertical strike came down, the void collapsed, a vast area disintegrated. This strike’s power, if it landed on Tiannan’s land, would likely shatter more than half of Tiannan.

"Scram!"

Mo Wangchen shouted angrily, the Haotian God Technique pushed to its utmost, with Supreme Divine Power protecting his body, and at the same time, a boundless Creation Power surged on his fist.

He met the enormous staff with a furious punch, without a trace of fear.

"Boom boom boom..."

The heavens and earth shook dramatically, it seemed like the whole of Tiannan couldn’t help but tremble, continuous mountains around the Turquoise Pool crumbled, rivers were lifted tens of meters high.

This clash was truly earth-shattering!

"Creak creak creak creak creak creak..."

What surprised people was, after the punch, the golden staff surrounded by endless golden radiance was actually cracked by Mo Wangchen, emitting a series of crisp sounds, as if it were about to break apart.

"What?"

Long Heng’s face changed drastically, never imagining that the Futu Sacred Weapons could also be inferior to the Divine King Physique, nearly shattered by Mo Wangchen’s punch.